Mangle's POV
I didn't know what was happening, but I heard a ruckus. The sound of Foxy speeding down the hall, only with more behind him. Was he running from somebody?
I opened the door to see Foxy running from Freddy, while Freddy was throwing knives at him.
"I'Ll sAVe YoU!" I said with my endoskeleton shaking in fear.
I swung on the ceilings like Tarzan until I got to the end of the hall and stopped them. Foxy slid on his knees on the floor until he came to a stop. Freddy tossed his bear knife to Foxy and he flipped the knife from it's safety shell. Foxy came so close to me, almost like a kiss. He looked back at Freddy and winked. What was happening?Foxy came closer with the knife in front of his neck. Was he going to commit suicide? No, he would never. He kept walking 5 steps at a time. Each time he stopped, he carefully turned the knife. When he was only five more steps from me, the knife was pointing at my heart.
Foxy stopped walking. What was he doing? He reeled his arm back, like he was aiming to throw it at something... or someone. I think that someone was me... Before I could think anymore, the knife hit my endo heart like an arrow... I slowly fell to my knees, crying, knowing it was all over... he.. betrayed me...
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Forgotten and Lost: A Five Nights at Freddy's Story
FanfictionMangle. The one who was ripped apart, torn away, and hidden in the shadows. Follow Mangle in her story. Her daily life. As scary as it is for her, explore her world through love and horror.